You don't know the half of it. I'll be glad when this is all over. Come forth, o' avaricious Netherworld, and crush the evil before me! Negative Gate!

[A ring of darkness appears around Rita, before it disappears and is replaced with a large ball of darkness floating in the air near the assembled forces of evil, drawing them in; eyes closed, Rita waits for just the right moment, before the glow breaks around her into motes of light she draws in with a quick spin.]

I've worked out the formula; here's the proof! O' dancing water! Diffusional Drive! [The ground under the crowd seems to liquefy, water forming from nowhere and turning into a storm of strikes and forming a column of pain for several seconds. When it's over, it unceremoniously dumps everyone into a pile; Rita's breathing hard, but she's grinning like a kid in a candy shop.]